Richard Liu picked a long table and plopped down on it. He looked around, the decorating style here was similar to the Treehouse Bar, but it was much more spacious - the perquisites of being in a big city. All the stools were made from the original tree stumps, so Richard Liu felt relieved. After all, on the way here, Fat Luo had already broken quite a few stools and chairs due to his weight.
There were also many mercenaries here, at least forty to fifty of them. They were either flirting with the dancing girls or huddled up playing bridge. Richard Liu did not even bother to take a closer look at them. They were just minor characters.
"Don't tell me we don't have any money?" General Pan looked at the dumbfounded bartender and asked.
"Uh...uh…" The bartender stuttered for quite a while, but he couldn't formulate a coherent response.
